Gold is a funny thing. For thousands of years, humanity killed, betrayed, and enslaved each other for the shiny yellow metal. It was the absolute cornerstone of civilization. It bought armies, it bought kingdoms, and it bought politicians.
Sebastian sat at the massive obsidian war table in the command room of Sanctuary. He was staring at a towering pile of pristine, glittering gold coins. There were tens of thousands of them. He had completely drained Imperator's guild bank after forcing the Warlord into submission.
He picked up a single coin, rolling it across his knuckles. It felt heavy. It looked valuable.
"It's entirely fucking useless." Sebastian muttered, tossing the coin back onto the pile.
CLINK.
"What do you mean it's useless?" Valerie asked, walking into the room. She was holding her solar powered tablet, her eyes scanning the massive pile of wealth.
